10 Things Every Woman Needs At Home

... he studied the room. Soft, deep cushions, bright, bold colors. 

He decided the choices meant she had a deep-rooted sensual side. 

He liked to think that. The room was spacious, and she'd furnished it sparingly. 

The sofa was big and plush enough for sleeping, but there was only 

a wide upholstered chair and two tables to keep it company. 

Yet she'd covered the walls with art. Prints, posters, pen-and-ink sketches. 

They were of places rather than people, and many of the scenes he recognized. 

The narrow streets of Rome, the wild cliffs of western Ireland, the classy little cafes of Paris. 

Sea Swept

 

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Her bedroom, he'd noted, was different from the rest of the apartment. Here she hadn't gone for the practical, for the streamlined. 

The bed itself was a wide pool covered in soft rose sheets and a slick satin duvet in rich bronze. 

The headboard was a romantic arch of wrought iron, curvy and frivolous and plumped now with a dozen fat, colorful pillows. The dresser he pegged as an antique, a heavy old piece of mahogany refinished to a rosy gleam. 

It was covered with pretty little bottles and bowls and a silver-backed brush. The mirror over it was a long oval. There was a mahogany lady's vanity with a skirted stool and glinting brass handles. 

For some reason he'd always found that particular type of furniture incredibly sexy. 

A copper urn was filled with tall, fussy flowers, the walls were crowded with art, and the windows framed in the same rich bronze as the spread. 

This, he thought idly, was Anna's room. The rest of the apartment was still Miz Spinelli's. 

The practical and the sensual. Both suited her.

Sea Swept

What We've Learned From Mom About Home

He passed through the dining room where, naturally, the table was already set. She’d used festive
plates, which meant she wasn’t going for elegant or drop-in casual. Tented linen napkins, tea lights in cobalt rounds, inside a centerpiece of winter berries.


Even during the worst time, even during the Seven, he could come here and there would be fresh
flowers artfully arranged, furniture free of dust and gleaming with polish, and intriguing little soaps in the dish in the downstairs powder room.

Even hell didn’t cause Frannie Hawkins to break stride.

Maybe, Cal thought as he wandered into the living room, that was part of the reason—even the
most important reason—he got through it himself. Because whatever else happened, his mother would  be maintaining her own brand of order and sanity.

Blood Brothers

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Houzzers recall the special traits, insights and habits of their mothers

 

What makes a house, a home? For many of us, our mother is intrinsically part of the answer. Whether it's the smell of lemon furniture polish when we walk through the door, new curtains in the kitchen for every season, crisp and clean laundry hanging on the clothesline, steaming food sitting on the kitchen table or simply the presence of loved ones, Mom is usually responsible for what we equate with "home." 

HOUZZ

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It was the same, Seth thought. It didn't matter what color the walls were painted or if the old sofa had been replaced, if a new lamp stood on the table. It was the same because it felt the same.
The dog snaked around his legs and made a beeline for the kitchen.
"I want you to sit down." She nodded to the kitchen table, under which Witless was sprawled, happily gnawing on a hunk of rope.

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